Lyrics

[Verse 1] Well, if you've got a wingo Take her up to Ringo Where the waxies sing-o all the day If you've had your fill of porter And you can't go any further Just give your man the order, "back to the quay!" [Chorus] And take her up to Monto, Monto, Monto Take her up to Monto Langeroo, to you! [Verse 2] You've heard of Buckshot Foster The dirty old impostor He took- He took a mot and lost her up the Fury Glen He first put on his bowler Then he buttoned up his trousers And he whistled for a growler and he says "my man!" [Chorus] Take me up to Monto, Monto, Monto Takе me up to Monto Langeroo, to you! [Verse 3] You- Young Carey told on Skin-thе-goat O'Donnell put him on the boat He'd wish he'd never been afloat the dirty skite It wasn't very sensible To tell on the Invincibles They stood up for their principles day and night [Chorus] Be going up to Monto, Monto, Monto Be going up to Monto Langeroo, to you! [Verse 4] You've seen the Dublin Fusiliers The dirty old bamboozlers De Wet'll get the childer: one, two, three Marchin' from the Linen hall There's one for every cannonball An' Vicky's goin' to send you's all o'er the sea [Chorus] But first go up to Monto, Monto, Monto First go up to Monto Langeroo, to you! [Verse 5] Ah, when the tsar of Russia And the king of Prussia Landed in the Phoenix in a big balloon They asked the Gardaí band To play "The Wearing of The Green" But the buggers in the depot didn't know the tune! [Chorus] So they both went up to Monto, Monto, Monto Both went up to Monto Langeroo, to you! [Intermission] Uh, you may have noticed that we left out a word... We were advised against singing it Incase somebody would come along and be insulted Now, uh, that somebody hasn't come yet, where ever he is And, uh, there was a- There was a suggestion made last year That all the books written by Irish authors Which are banned in this country Shall be printed in Irish And this would be a great incentive for the Irish to learn their own language! So, uh, we make our contribution now, with this verse [Verse 6] The queen, she came to call on us She wanted to see all of us I'm glad she didn't fall on us, she's eighteen stone! "Mister me lord mayor," says she "Is this all you got to show to me?" "Why no ma'am there's some more to see, póg mo thóin!" [Chorus] And he took her up to Monto, Monto, Monto Took her up to Monto Langeroo, to you!